The sky roofs over the Earth house.
   
Its walls are air,
the floor is soil
where trees and flowers live.

Birds fly through its clear windows
glistening with rain
and perch chattering on the armchairs of trees
to watch the latest changing clouds.

In the bathroom, 
icebergs melt in the tub.

Polar bears huddle on slippery ice floes,
gaze down at their mirrored reflections,
brush their teeth and floss.

In the living room, 
the shag carpet is alive
with flowers petaling pinks and bugs crawling. 

The sea is a water bed,           
sloshing with fish inside,
floating clumps of plastic,
and slick brown oil spills.

Everything smells smoky
from wildfires and smog.

Let’s clean house—
blast the wind through
to sweep away the debris and tainted air
with brooms of sunlight and hope.

Open the roof to the stars,
so they can move in from the sky
and we can look once more
through clear windows of rain.